From fame to college. (Tyson Ritter/Brendon urie fanfiction)

Chapter 8.

Everybody keeps secrets. Tyson did, Urie did and I still am. Oh, let's not exclude little miss adison.

Although, I have been thinking to myself lately... Tyson didn't lie, he just didn't tell me the truth.. but which is worse?

"Hey!" I looked up and saw ty swanning toward me. He squeezed me into his arms and lifted me in a tight hug.

"What was that for?" I chuckled. He looked down to me with a gigantic smile.

"Happy 3 months!" he exclaimed, kissing me enthusiastically. And what a 3 months they have been.

He pulled out a little black bag and waved it in my face. I went to grab it and he pulled back. I frowned.

"Later. I'm taking you out. " He grinned, "wear black or white, or both!"

" Where are you taking me?" I smiled, nudging his arm.

"Not telling you. Anyway, I have drama. I'm off. "

Ergh, that meant I had sport. I gave Tyson a long kiss and scuffled off. Mine and hunters conversation was still minimal. I sighed, I missed him.

"I swear paternal leave is like a month. Where's Mr forest?" hunter asked urie, I could hear the irritation in his voice. I focused on my shoelace.

"Miss Franco" Urie called, "you must've tied that lace about a thousand times now"

He knew something was going on, he just had to exploit it.

I shrugged and I felt the whole class looking at me, even hunter. I looked to him before getting up to go to a station like Urie ordered.

"Happy 3 months" he mumbled, passing by.

"Thanks. " I replied softly, taking a stopwatch from the box being passed around. He took one too and turned to me.

"Want to work together?" he smiled weakly. I nodded with a smile.

"You've been up all night" I saw him try and hide his smile.

"Oh hunter. " I laughed knowingly. No matter how much I hated her, he loved her. So I would make an effort, not for her but for him.

His cheeks glowed red as he laughed along. We skipped together and once we were through each station it was time for music.

"Urie?"

"Yes cassie?" he replied, replacing his cuff links.

"If you're who you say you are why don't you teach music?"

"Too obvious. Look me up if you don't believe me. " He spared a smile before walking off.

I sighed. That man confused me.

"So, where are you going tonight?" hunter smiled cheekily.

"Something tells me you know"

He looked the other way.

"You son of a- tell me!" I begged, stopping outside of the classroom.

"He's not going to tell you. " Tyson sung, walking past us and into the classroom.

I grumbled something under my breath and followed him in. I liked a it of mystery I guess, but this was really getting me curious.

"Ok, so we all know our assignments, yes?" Professor Atkins' voice echoed through the lecture/auditorium.

"Yes" we all chorused.

"Ok, awesome" he grinned, "cassie, you're up. "

I sighed and me and Tyson left our seats. The assignment was to do a duet, abit like glee, of an Elton John song.